Page 31 of Reluctantly Abducted (Nereidan Compatibility Program #3)

"You can come in," I say, "but you might want to take off those clothes first. Unless Nereidan fabric is designed to get wet."

He hesitates only a moment before his hands move to the fastenings of his attire.

His movements are precise but hurried, lacking his usual methodical care.

The glow beneath his skin intensifies as each piece of clothing is removed, until he stands completely naked in my small bathroom, the blue-green light of his bioluminescence reflecting off the tile walls.

My eyes drop to his cock, already half-hard and impressively sized. The bioluminescence there pulses more intensely than the rest of his body, making it almost hypnotic to watch as it continues to harden under my gaze.

I extend my hand to him, an invitation he accepts after only the briefest hesitation.

As he steps into the shower with me, I pull him close, our naked bodies pressing together under the spray.

The feel of his skin against mine sends electricity through my nerves, and I can't help the groan that escapes me.

"I missed you," I admit, my hands sliding down his back to grip his ass, pulling our hips tighter together. "More than makes sense after only three days."

"I..." he starts, then swallows hard as I roll my hips against his. "The feeling is... mutual."

I smile at his formal phrasing even in this intimate moment, then kiss him hard.

His lips part immediately for me, his tongue meeting mine with an urgency that matches the growing hardness trapped between our bodies.

His hands move from my shoulders to my chest, fingers finding my nipples and teasing them to hardness.

"Fuck," I breathe against his mouth, remembering how quickly he learned what drives me crazy. "You remember everything, don't you?"

Instead of answering, he pushes me gently back against the shower wall, his mouth moving from mine to my neck, then lower.

The contrast of the cool tile against my back and his hot mouth moving down my chest makes me shiver.

When he drops to his knees, looking up at me with those golden eyes, I nearly lose it right there.

"Ry," I manage, my voice strained. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," he says, his voice steadier than it's been since I found him in my apartment. "I've thought about this. Extensively."

The idea of him thinking about this—fantasizing about it during our separation—sends a fresh surge of heat through me.

When his mouth closes around my cock, the wet heat of it is almost too much.

His inexperience is evident in the carefulness of his movements, but what he lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm and attention to my reactions.

I thread my fingers through his hair, guiding him gently, watching in fascination as the bioluminescence beneath his skin pulses in time with his movements. The sight of him on his knees, his blue-lit skin glistening with shower water, his mouth stretched around my cock—it's almost too much.

"Stop," I gasp after a few minutes, pulling him up before I can finish too soon. "I want to touch you too."

He rises gracefully, and I spin us so he's the one against the wall now.

My hand wraps around his cock, feeling the strange texture of it—similar to human but with subtle ridges that I know from experience create incredible friction.

Unlike human skin, his cock glows with bioluminescence that brightens and dims with his arousal, currently pulsing so brightly it's almost white-blue at the tip.

A clear fluid that's not water begins to seep from him—the natural lubrication his species produces.

It's slicker than human pre-come, almost silky in texture, making my hand slide easily over him.

His head falls back against the tile, a strangled moan escaping him as I stroke him with increasing confidence.

"Owen," he gasps, his scientific vocabulary completely deserting him. "Please..."

I press our bodies together, adjusting my stance so I can take both our cocks in my hand. The feeling of his against mine, those alien ridges creating delicious friction, the slick fluid easing the way—it's better than any fantasy I've had since we parted.

His hands grip my shoulders hard enough to bruise, his eyes wide and locked on mine as we thrust together into my grip.

The bioluminescence beneath his skin is going crazy now, pulsing and flaring in patterns that seem to match the building pleasure.

Water continues to cascade over us, steam filling the small space, the sound of our breathing and occasional moans echoing off the tile.

"I'm close," I warn him, my rhythm faltering as the pressure builds. "Ry..."

"Yes," he hisses, his hips jerking erratically. "Together."

When he comes, it's with a cry that might be my name, his cock pulsing in my hand as that silky fluid spills over my fingers.

The bioluminescence beneath his skin flares so bright it's blinding, an electric blue-white that fills the entire bathroom with light.

The sight of him completely undone, combined with the incredible sensation of his cock pulsing against mine, sends me over the edge.

I come hard, adding to the mess between us as the water washes it away.

We stand together under the spray, foreheads touching, breathing hard. His skin continues to glow, though less intensely now, the patterns shifting into something calmer, more content.

"That was not part of the standard assessment protocol," he finally says, and I laugh, the tension broken.

"No, I don't imagine it was." I reach for the shampoo. "Come on, let's get properly cleaned up. We've got a ship to catch."

He watches me curiously as I wash my hair, then allows me to do the same for him, his eyes closing in pleasure at the feeling of my fingers massaging his scalp. It's strangely intimate, perhaps even more so than what we just did.

As we finish showering and step out to dry off, I realize I'm more certain than ever about my decision. Whatever happens in the next seventy-two hours, whatever this bond thing turns out to be, I know one thing for sure: I don't want to be separated from Ry again.

"I'll pack quickly," I tell him as I wrap a towel around my waist. "I'm not bringing much."

He nods, his eyes still lingering on my chest as he dresses in his Nereidan attire.

I move to the bedroom, pulling out a duffel bag and tossing in some clothes, toiletries, and a few personal items. My medical kit goes in last—the advanced field kit I've kept since my combat medic days, complete with surgical tools and emergency supplies.

When I return to the living room, fully dressed with my bag over my shoulder, Ry is waiting. He looks more composed now, though his skin still glows with a subtle light that betrays his continued emotional state.

"Ready?" he asks.

I take one last look around my apartment. There's not much here I'd miss. Nothing that matters compared to what lies ahead.

"Ready," I confirm.

He steps closer, wrapping an arm around my waist. "The transportation process is easier if we maintain physical contact," he explains, though the way his bioluminescence brightens at our proximity suggests there might be more than practicality behind the gesture.

"Whatever you say, Ry," I reply with a smile, leaning into his touch.

The familiar blue light begins to envelop us, and I hold tight to Ry as we transport to his ship and whatever future awaits us.